This is a song about "Raps about confucianism"

I destroyed it with my raps,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

This is what i want from my raps and what it's all about

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

I can only construct raps

I ask myself "what influences my raps?"...

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

We getting money, you can face the facts

You cant make a dime with your raps

For setting up traps

Enough of the weakened raps

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

If i don't make that man there dance

And even worse my raps